Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Ouuuch,” he hissed. “Oh fuck—right there, Owner. Oh my God.”
My breathing became labored, and I told him to stroke himself if he wanted to get off, because I wouldn’t last much longer. It was what he did to me. I lost all control. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I watched my cock go in and out of his tight ass, and the sounds of skin slapping filled the air along with our heavy breaths.
When we surrendered, we did it together. I brought him back once more so he could fuck himself on my cock, and I sank my teeth into his neck to stifle my moans. He lost it, I lost it, he cried out, I growled. I fucked my way through my release, pushing through each rope of come that flooded his ass, at the same time as I watched the come burst out of his cock.
Mother of…
I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face against his neck. The waves of pleasure kept washing over me, and all I could do was squeeze him tight and ride it out.
I couldn’t remember the last time my mind was so peaceful. Most of my worries had been silenced, and I basked in the certainty that we were finally on the same page.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead and brushed my fingers slowly up and down his arm.
“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I pretended that everything was okay. I was just trying to get to where you were—like, being okay with no boundaries.”
I released a long breath and hugged him to me. “I was never okay with no boundaries, sweetheart. I lost my focus when everything centered around not repeating old mistakes.” I may not have lied to Macklin, but I’d lied to myself. “Despite what you said about not wanting to be completely open, I let my own insecurities get the best of me. I kept thinkin’ you were more naturally open than I was.”
He peered up at me. “I’m really not, Master. Yeah, sure, I want us to be able to go nuts in sexy orgies and stuff, but that’s with you by my side.”
I smiled sleepily and touched his cheek. I wanted that sort of playtime as well.
“Not often, though,” he added quietly. “Sometimes. Maybe when you’ve patched things up with Dean. And I’ve introduced you to Franklin. You’ve already met Jack. They’re together now.”
I rumbled a chuckle—and then I stopped, because something became so damn clear in that moment. My anger toward Dean and Macklin, and how they’d hooked up before Christmas, had everything to do with my loss of control. I hadn’t been there as Macklin’s Owner. I hadn’t been there at all.
“What?” Macklin watched me curiously.
I exhaled a little laugh and felt another vise loosen around my chest. “I guess I realized something.”
“Are you gonna share with the class?”
Actually, not this time. I wanted to show him instead. And for that to happen, I had to talk to Dean.
“Soon.” I kissed his nose. “Tell me about Lane instead. You met up today, didn’t you?”
My boy scowled a little and rolled onto his back, and he used my arm as a pillow. “Yeah, he told me he warned you he was gonna break up with me.”
“Aww,” I chuckled. “He did no such thing.”
He bit his lip and side-eyed me. “It was for the best, wasn’t it? I’m not ready to be a Dom.”
I hummed and drew my fingers through his hair. “I think you’ll make an excellent service Dom for him eventually—but maybe not right now. You and I need to focus on us, and Lane needs to focus on being snatched up by Ty.”
A pinch of amusement trickled into his gaze. “That’s happening, huh?”
I nodded and pushed myself up on my elbow, so Macklin shifted an actual pillow closer instead. “I have a new dream, love.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smoothed a hand over his chest and watched the steady rise and fall of each breath. “I would like for the four of us to be close. Very close.”
Interest sparked in his eyes. I definitely had his attention.
“Imagine the four of us going away together,” I murmured. “Think of all the long weekends we could just head down to Ty’s place in Florida. The fun we could have together—and the fun we could have separately. You with Lane…”
“You with Ty?”
I gauged his mood, not sensing any hostility or worry. His expression was open.
“I’m not pretending with him, Macklin,” I confessed. “It’s a different dynamic—one too new to analyze properly, but it’s more about just…spending time together, going to the movies, a fresh perspective to connect with… The storm cut our studio playdate short, but I think we’ll lose track of time there many times in the future. At least, that’s what I want.”